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He confided equally in my wife and myself, but there were times when I think he rather preferred the counsel of a man friend. Once when we had gone a walk into the country, which around Gormanville is of the pathetic Mid-Massachusetts loveliness and poverty, we sat down in a hillside orchard to rest, and he began abruptly to talk of his affair. Sometimes, he said, he felt that it was all an error, and he could not rid himself of the fear that an error persisted in was a wrong, and therefore a species of sin.

“That is very interesting,” I said. “I wonder if there is anything in it? At first blush it looks so logical; but is it? Or are you simply getting morbid? What is the error? What is your error?”

“You know,” he said, with a gentle refusal of my willingness to make light of his trouble. “It is surely an error to allow a woman to give her word when she can promise nothing more, and to let her hold herself to it.”

I could have told him that I did not think the error in this case was altogether or mainly his, or the persistence in it; for it had seemed to me from the beginning that the love between him and Miss Bentley was fully as much her affair as his, and that quite within the bounds of maidenly modesty she showed herself as passionately true to their plighted troth. But of course this would not do, and I had to be content with the ironical suggestion that he might try offering to release Miss Bentley.

“Don’t laugh at me,” he implored, and I confess his tone would have taken from me any heart to do so.

“My dear fellow,” I said, “I see your point. But don’t you think you are quite needlessly adding to your affliction by pressing it? You two are in the position which isn’t at all uncommon with engaged people, of having to wait upon exterior circumstances before you get married. Suppose you were prevented by poverty, as often happens? It would be a hardship as it is now; but in that case would your engagement be any less an error than it is now? I don’t think it would, and I don’t believe you think so either.”

“In that case we should not be opposing our wills to the will of some one else, who has a better claim to her daughter’s allegiance than I have. It seems to me that our error was in letting her mother consent to our engagement if she would not or could not consent to our marriage. When it came to that we ought both to have had the strength to say that then there should be no engagement. It was my place to do that. I could have prevented the error which I can’t undo.”

“I don’t see how it could have been easier to prevent than to undo your error. I don’t admit it’s an error, but I call it so because you do. After all, an engagement is nothing but an open confession between two people that they are in love with each other and wish to marry. There need be no sort of pledge or promise to make the engagement binding, if there is love. It’s the love that binds.”

“Yes.”

“It bound you from your first acknowledgment of it, and unless you could deny your love now, or hereafter, it must always bind you. If you own that you still love each other, you are still engaged, no matter how much you release each other. Could you think of loving her and marrying some one else? Could she love you and marry another? There isn’t any error, unless you’ve mistaken your feeling for each other. If you have, I should decidedly say you couldn’t break your engagement too soon. In fact, there wouldn’t be any real engagement to break.”